Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I start out, just to vibe out, I ain't to bow out,
I'm gangsta than you are but I ain't about the rou' rou'.
My will come, it has to,
Honestly I feel like I'm ten pregnant or something, I'm passed due.
Sincerely I'm these days I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my record like the law, I'm dying to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when folks sleep.
Believe me, I know struggle, and struggle me.
My life me, like an overdose I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, than holds me,
And nothing else is close to me, than pain unfortunately,
Like a fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the corner huddling, some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit before they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before they gotta again.

I should be chillin' on beaches, my bone freezes,
Ducking and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The thing for me is since I was a fetus,
The only I ever got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I very little relieved,
And at thug rappers, I remain very intrigued,
and can you me?
Look how we in the late eighties,
Throwing rocks at the ladies, and when we'd play these,
games, the whole crew had crazy names, we
even had a we use to call em lazy legs.
But my remains, untouched and unchanged,
in my block you hear more shots than a gun range,
I'm...

Strugglin', and trouble in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again before gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm in.
I myself in the corner huddlin', with some angry men,
and I settle shit again, before they gotta kill again.

Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing, just me at the booth,
Forced by the and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove.
I speak truth my deep roots remain in danger,
The on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger.
Hey man, I'm from the hardest projects.
Dear departed I'm now known as a artist.
Spilling what little of your memories in the process,
Bitter a little, but making your in to a colossus.
Believe me, I'm thankful my brother's with me,
And much changed Bobby is still troubling Whitney,
And Bush is still bombing poor people yo deadly,
And me I got a little
gig but
I'm...

Strugglin', and it's in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the corner huddling, with some men,
And I gotta settle shit again before they kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm in.
I find myself in the corner huddlin', some angry men,
and I settle shit again, before they gotta kill again.

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm in,
I find myself in the corner huddling, with angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again before gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in circumstance I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the corner huddlin', with angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before they gotta again.

Ya...
Ya...
The pain in my is crazy.
The in my song is crazy.
Strugglin', strugglin'.